Posted by Ric delCampo on June 29, 2004 at 07:37:56:
Who Wants to be a Dead Woman.
Episode 1.
By Ric delCampo.
* “Who wants to be a dead woman? The Game Show where real women volunteer to be snuffed for our viewing audience’s pleasure.”
* “Your hosts for tonight are that legendary, venerable game show host: Rigor Killbin, and his lovely co-host: Killy Ripper.”
* “And I am your announcer for tonight: Killman.”
* Rigor settled into his seat with some deliberation, while he watched his vivacious, voluptuous co-host jiggle-bounce into hers.
* “Well, here we are again,” Rigor said, taking a sip from his mug. “What did you do last night, Killy?”
* Killy mugged for the camera. “Me an’ Mark fucked all night long. Mark . . .”
* “Enough of that,” Rigor cut her off, non-plussed, uninterested. “We went out to the most fabulous restaurant last night. We enjoyed the most fabulous meal.”
* Killy smiled her ‘Do continue’ smile.
* “The mayor of Killeville joined us, Mayor Judy Rudiani. We ate at this avant-guard Japanese restaurant. You wouldn’t believe want they use as plates!”
* “Oh, do tell,” Killy giggled and squirmed in her seat like a silly school girl.
* “Naked Chinese chicks, that’s what!”
* “You sure they weren’t Japanese,” Killy innocently asked, “You said it was a Japanese restaurant.”
* ”Chinese! Japanese! Who cares?” Rigor said. “They were buck naked and the food was served steaming right on their bellies.”
* “Mark was steamin’ last night, an’ it wasn’t his . . .”
* Rigor cut her off again.
* “I think it’s time to bring on our first contestant. Killman, if you would.”
* “Right, Rigor. Our first contestant for tonight is Veronica, a forty-nine year old professor in comparative literature at NJU.”
* A gorgeous, tall blonde strode out upon the stage. She wore black, thigh-high silk stockings, black, stiletto high-heels, a short-short, pin-striped mini-skirt, and a lacey, see-thru white blouse. She was tall, lean, and lanky; with a flat stomach, and a pair of juicy 38D breasts tucked tightly into a lacey black bra visible thru her lacy white blouse.
* Rigor kissed her on both cheeks and she sat down next to him.
* “Tell me, Veronica, I may call you Veronica, may I,” Rigor said, “Do you want to be a dead woman?”
* “Yes, Rigor, I really, really want to be snuffed.”
* “Can you tell us why?”
* “If I may quote the poet, ‘Death is the ultimate orgasm, that is why they save it for last.’ And I’m about to lose tenure at the university.”
* “Why is that?” Rigor asked.
* “The administration caught me having a sex orgy with 14 of my students. They seem to frown upon that sort of behavior.”
* “And you don’t?”
* “They were much better behaved in class after I fucked them.”
* “The boys or the girls?”
* “Both.” Veronica declared quite sincerely, “I don’t discriminate.”
* “Well, as you know, Veronica, you have your choice of how to be snuffed, and who gets to snuff you. Have you made your choice?”
* “Yes, Rigor, I have. I would like you to snuff me. I want you to strangle me to death with an article of my own clothing.”
* “Can you tell our audience how you came to this choice?”
* “I find strangulation so intimate. Like making love. You can feel the vibrancy of your lover’s body next to your own. And I want you to fuck me while you strangle me, Rigor.”
* “I thought you liked girls.”
* “Oh, I do. I love girls. But I want to die with your huge hard cock rammed into my pussy.”
* Rigor and the blonde contestant stood up, facing each other. Rigor bowed and quickly kissed both, clothed breasts on the nipples. He reached under Veronica’s short skirt and deftly pulled down her silk panties, furtively slipping a finger inside her while he did.
* Veronica unzipped him and Rigor’s huge erection rose up from his fly. Cupping her ass under his hands, Rigor lifted Veronica up and slowly, gently lowered her onto his massive cock, impaling her upon it as it were. They stood face-to-face; his tool slowly, carefully, sliding in and out of her moist slit. As he slid his rock hard shaft the full length into her, he lifted up to rub against her clit as her entered her. He lowered down a bit as he partially withdrew, to start the process over again. While his pole-like pecker stroked her wet cunt, he wrapped the silk panties around her delicate neck.
* His twisted the silk around her neck and seized two ends with both hands. He started slowly, then increased pressure to slowly cut off Veronica’s air supply. They stared directly into each other’s eyes.
* Veronica’s voluptuous body began to quiver, then convulse as her lungs were slowly starved for oxygen. This created a delightful sensation for Rigor while inside her.
* Veronica’s body was tingling from her curled up toes to her rock hard nipples, to her throbbing pussy. The friction of Rigor’s cock upon her engorged clit flooded her squirming body with waves of undulating pleasure. The romantic images of her own death created by her fertile mind intensified her bliss.
* A massive orgasm rocked Veronica’s body. Her mouth open to utter short moans, alas, she had not the air to enunciate them. Her brown eyes fluttered and rolled back in her skull. Her vision had long since grayed, to be replaced with a dream-like state of joy. It was a deception created by her oxygen-stared, romantically creative mind.
* Veronica’s body went limp in Rigor’s arms. He gently lowered her to the floor where her lovely corpse lay deathly still. His wet cock slipped out of her. So intent had he been on pleasuring her, he had not cum. He seized his massive member with both hands, rapidly stroked it, and blew a huge white wad onto Veronica’s motionless mammaries.
* Rigor zipped himself up. “Well, that was quite satisfying.”
* “Killman, who is our second contestant tonight?”
* “It’s Krissy, from San Diego.”
* A petite, young, slender Asian woman bounded enthusiastically onto the stage. She wore athletic shoes, a black spandex sports bra, and white bike shorts. Her honey-colored skin glistened with perperation. Krissy had large, almond shaped eyes; long, silky ebony hair, in a simple pony tail; and small perky breasts. Her stomach was flat and her lithe body perfectly toned and cut.
* Rigor gave her a quick peck on the cheek and held her hand while she sat down.
* “Welcome, Krissy.”
* “Thank you, Rigor. It’s such a pleasure to be here.”
* “Let me ask you, Krissy; do you want to be a dead woman?”
* “Oh, yes,” Krissy gushed. “The thought of being a dead woman is so thrilling.”
* “May I ask you why?”
* Krissy stood up and flexed her muscles. “Because I am perfect. I’ve finally lost all my baby fat. There’s not an ounce of fat on this lean body. For the past four years I’ve spent four hours a day in the gym sculpting the perfect body; in fact, I’ve just come from the gym. I have finally reached perfection. My body will never be more perfect than it is right now.”
* “You want to be snuffed because you are perfect,” Rigor asked with a puzzled look on his face.
* “No. I want to be snuffed before I get any older. I don’t wish to die old and ugly. I want to die young and beautiful.”
* “Very good, Krissy. Who would you like to snuff you and how would you like to be snuffed?”
* “I thought Killy would like to snuff me.”
* “It would be my pleasure,” Killy said, with all sincerity. Truth be told, Killy was a bit jealous of Krissy’s young body.
* “Could you shoot me with a small caliber pistol? I don’t want my perfect body to be spoiled in any way. Don’t shoot me in the head or face; I want to die beautiful.”
* Killy took out a .22 caliber automatic with a long-barreled silencer.
* Krissy stood up. “Snuff me!”
* Killy pointed the pistol and pulled the trigger.
* The .22 slug nailed Krissy right in her belly button.
* Krissy gasped, bent over at her slender waist.
* She straightened up, her hands clutching her bleeding belly. Hot red blood pulsed out between her delicate long fingers. A thin trickle of blood streamed down one leg.
* Krissy moaned, her pouty lips pursed. Her eyes flutter.
* Her slender body quivered. “Oooh, ya got me in th’ guts!” Krissy moaned in a husky voice. Her legs trembled. Her knees failed her and buckled.
* She started to fall to her knees, but rolled over and fell onto her back.
Her black hair haloed out around her head. Her dark eyes rolled back in her head and her last breathe rattled out of her lungs in one long, orgasmic moan. Her chest fell and was still.
* A small yellow puddle pooled between her spread legs.
* “Gee. That was fun!” Killy declared. She blew imaginary smoke from the muzzle of the pistol.
* Krissy was quite the trooper,” Rigor added.
* “Killman, who is our third contestant?”
* “Rigor, our third and last contestant is Sherrie from Chicago.”
* A short slender woman in an elegant cream-colored business suit strolled out onto the stage. She had short black hair. A strand of pearls around her delicate neck.
* Sherrie wore a white silk blouse. White pantyhose. And white high heels.
* Rigor gave her a kiss and helped her sit down. “Welcome, Sherrie.”
* “Thank you, Rigor. Thank you for having me on your show.”
* “Let me ask you, Sherrie. Do you want to be a dead woman?”
* “Oh, yes, Rigor. I want to be a dead woman.”
* “Who would you like to snuff you, Sherrie?”
* “I would like my husband to snuff me, if I may.”
* “Any special reason?”
* “He says I never let him put anything in me; so I decided to let him put a sword in me.”
* “Sounds good, Sherrie.”
* Sherrie was joined on stage by her husband who wielded a fencing foil.
* Please proceed,” Rigor instructed.
* Sherrie stood up and faced her husband. She thrust out her chest.
* “Snuff me, dear.”
* Her husband held the tip of the foil to Sherrie’s left breast. A small dimple appeared in the fabric stretched tightly over her breast. “Stab me, dear.”
* He stepped forward and slid the blade into the tender flesh of her breast. The sharp tip pierced her suit, her blouse, her bra, and entered her nipple. He eased it into her breast meat.
* “Deeper, dear. I’m not dead yet,” Sherrie said bravely, grimacing thru the pain.
* He plunged the blade deeper into her body.
* “It’s penetrating my heart!” Sherrie sighed, “How romantic!”
* “The bloodied blade emerged from her back.
* Sherrie was clutching her bloody breast. Her body was writhing like a stripper. Her hips undulated. Her breathing was labored and painful. Her eyes were shut tight as she savored the pain and pleasure of her penetration.
* He whipped the foil out of her trembling body.
* Sherrie moaned, went up on her tippy-toes, then spiraled down to collapse onto the floor. Her body convulsed orgasmicly. Sherrie shuttered one last time. Her bright eyes glazed over and stared sightlessly. Her body went limp.
* “Thank you, Rigor,” her husband said. “I believe that was the best sex I’ve had with Sherrie in over a year.”
* Rigor examined the three lovely corpses sprawled across the stage.
* “I believe we’ve had quite a treat tonight.”
* “That’s our show for tonight. Audience, you may now go to your computers and vote for the winner. However, unlike most game shows, the winner won’t be back tomorrow. Voting is now open.”
* End of Episode One.